A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM // open

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    ever since her mother diva and her brother copper disappeared, bluebell had been feeling, well, a bit blue. she didn't interact much with her clanmates and only traveled the streets when she needed to find food. as winter progressed and the temperature plummeted, it became harder and harder to fill her hungry belly. for the past quarter moon, the scrawny she-kit had been taking food from humans. at the same time everyday, she would show up at the garden of the tallest house on the block and sit patiently until human kits noticed her and brought food. the pellets they fed bluebell were dry and tasteless, but at least they saved the she-kit from starvation. at five moons, bluebell was only the size of a three moon old kit and her scrawny body was hidden by mounds of unshed kitten fluff.


    when bluebell arrived at the human den today, something was different. an adult was there with the human kits. at first bluebell thought little of the change but soon the humans began luring her closer and closer to their den with mouthwatering strips of chicken. the kitten couldn't resist the taste of the delicious meat and was now hovering close to the porch. suddenly, two pink hands reached down and scooped bluebell up, lifting the tiny kit high into the air. she let out a wail of terror as this happened, but was otherwise too mortified to struggle.
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    Tags
    • BloodClan Kitten
    • Former RiverClan
    • Palemoon x Dee
    ♦ Massive Male.
    ♦ Brown Tabby.
    ♦ Chaotic Neutral.




    ♦ Attack in bold gold.
    ♠ Medium difficulty.
    ♠ Can powerplay non-harmful actions.
    ♣ Biography.
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    The first few times he had seen the she-kit leave the warehouse, he had assumed she was hunting, but when she returned with a full belly and no prey scent to be found, Sheokit's curiosity struck him like a whip, and he followed Bluebell out on her next little adventure through the city. He watched with smoldering yellow eyes as the BloodClanner interacted with the twolegs, mouth agape at the very idea of such a thing. Was Bluebell actually a kittypet?




    Her wail of terror suggested otherwise. Sheokit's fur bristled when an adult scooped the kitten up, but there was nothing else he could do but watch. For a moment, he pondered on whether or not he should try to help, but he hardly knew Bluebell, and if the twolegs were to kill her, he certainly wouldn't care. Maybe they'd toss out her corpse so he could retrieve the eyes...
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]sheokit had been following bluebell, and dee had been following sheokit. not because he cared about the kid, but because he was curious. where could he be going? was he heading back to riverclan? the black tom doubted that, considering sheokit had only recently stated his distaste for the fish-eaters.


    dee stalked along the edge of the road, his sleek black fur standing out against the bright snow, but he didn't really care. there wasn't anything around here that could harm him. he avoided the cars, the humans kept their dogs fenced in or on a leash, and no one was going to pick up a battle-worn black cat off the street. they believed he was bad luck, after all.


    silently, the elite guard slid up beside his son, watching bluebell from a distance. he glanced down, icy gaze questioning. "you're not thinking of helping her, are you?" he asked. his tone wasn't accusing or mocking, simply curious. he would be shocked if sheokit cared, let alone thought he could do anything about a human.
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    BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE NOT PREPARED TO TRY[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Zan was thoroughly convinced now that he was one of the only cats in Bloodclan who even cared about his clanmates. He arrived shortly after Dee, watching in horror at the two-leg lifted Bluebell into the air and the other cats did nothing. Did they not have hearts? Or feelings at all? Zan knew he shouldn't have been surprised at this point, he'd lived in Bloodclan long enough to know that most of the members were devoid of basic compassion, but he still was. Like the others, he didn't know Bluebell, but the femme was obviously in danger and he wanted to help her. But how? His thoughts were interrupted by the straight-forward actions of Siren. No time to think now. If he wanted to help Bluebell, and Siren now, he had to act now. So he jumped into the air and dug his claws into the two-legs brightly colored pelt about half-way up their body. Using his claws to stay stabilized, he sank his teeth into the arm that was holding Bluebell.



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    Tags
    • BloodClan Kitten
    • Former RiverClan
    • Palemoon x Dee
    ♦ Massive Male.
    ♦ Brown Tabby.
    ♦ Chaotic Neutral.




    ♦ Attack in bold gold.
    ♠ Medium difficulty.
    ♠ Can powerplay non-harmful actions.
    ♣ Biography.
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    What was that Dee said about 'using his brain'? If there was anything unique about Sheokit, it was his ability to be...creative. The BloodClan tabby glanced at the two cats foolish enough to attack the adult before he darted toward one of the children, launching himself into the air to wrap himself around its leg. His claws cut right through the fabric of their pants to bury into tender skin. The child screamed, stumbling back in surprise and toppling over to the grass, batting and grabbing at Sheokit with small twoleg hands in an effort to peel him off. He resisted, tightening his grip as he wrap his jaws around a finger that glided through the air a little too close to his open maw. The child was still screaming as he chomped down on the bony limb.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]"you've gotta be kidding me." dee murmured, shoulders hunched as he glowered at the sudden onslaught of kittens attacking the humans. one attack was foolish. three? that was dangerous. his fur prickled, and he felt a sudden rush of anger. they had no sense! none at all! they were a bunch of idiots!!


    "all three of you get your stupid tails back here right now!!" he roared, fury blazing in his usually-cold eyes. his claws unsheathed and his tail lashed behind him. they were getting a talking to after that.
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    [font=georgia]florence was drawn towards the sounds of screaming out of mere curiosity. was there a fight going on that she could join in on? perhaps someone was dying? who knew...she certainly wasn't expecting bluebell to be struggling in the arms of a twoleg. as zanzu decided to launch a rescue attempt, the ebony kitten decided to join in. was she actually feeling sympathy for someone else? no, she was just in the mood for a fight. that's no fun though, dee... she spoke, a bloodthirsty grin highlighting her features as she approached the scene in time for him to chastise the 'rescuers'. it wasn't like she was listening to him...the only cat she ever really heeded the words of was her mother. the feline then proceeded to bound towards the twoleg and went for it's legs. pearly whites sank into the adult's calf muscle, that satisfying coppery taste produced as a result of the blood now seeping from the cut. it almost seemed to give the feline a rush of adrenaline and the feeling of intense excitement coursed through her. this was fun...perhaps she would attack the strange beings more often. unsheathing her paws, florrie jumped a little further up the leg and latched on as the leg started trying to kick her off before puncturing more and more holes in it's thigh with her teeth.



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    •florence
    •kit
    •traditional bloodclan
    •vi x minos x valor
    •female
    •three moons
    •sibling of cerin, adeline and finch
    •shows antisocial personality disorder traits


    [u]physical:
    •black norwegian forest cat/maine coon oriental cross with amber eyes
    •shorter than average with thin limbs made to look bigger with her fur. her tail is very long and she has large paws that are slightly disproportionate to the rest of her
    •her fur is long and slightly messy


    [u]personality:
    •quite grown up for her age
    •violent; loves playfighting/actually fighting
    •loyal to family and a select few friends
    •has a slight disregard for authority figures
    •enjoys seeing others in pain and inflicting it



    [u]interactions:
    •easy difficulty
    •[color=black]non-threatening actions may be powerplayed ( e.g healing )
    •[color=black]if fighting, put the attack in [color=#847C92]bolded #847C92
    •[color=black]no kill, maim or capture without permission

    Maluma heard the commotion, and, taking a look at Dee then at the ongoing battle, she calculated. On one paw, she could refrain from risking her own hide for the sake of a cat she barely knew. On the other, she could join in a potentially entertaining fight, kick some not-actually-present-on-the-organism-in-question tail, and hopefully annoy Dee all in one swoop. Needless to say, the choice wasn't difficult. With a screech, she leaped at the twoleg's back, clinging to it and climbing onto the back of it's shoulders, just out of it's reach, before sinking her teeth in.

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 450px; font: 12pt mongolian sans; text-align: justify;]Last time Six had saved a kit from a twoleg, the kit had betrayed him and BloodClan. It hurt more than the cool tomcat was willing to admit. He doubted the betrayal had been meant personally, but that made little difference to the matter. Now, as he watched Bluebell, the only remaining member of Diva's family, feelings of deja vu shot through him, making his body feel hot and tight. He wasn't going to help - BloodClan didn't need another traitor. He'd learned from his mistake.


    All the same, he couldn't hold back when Zanzu and Maluma raced toward the twolegs to help. They were his siblings, and although he hadn't yet formed a bond with them, he didn't want to see them hurt - or worse, also taken by the twolegs. Rearing up, the ebony leader roared, "Zanzu, Maluma, come back [i]now[/]." He didn't care if the others tried to help; they weren't members of his newfound family. Zan and Mal, though? If they didn't obey, they weren't welcome in BloodClan.

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    BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE NOT PREPARED TO TRY[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Zan was planning on ignoring Dee. Dee was not known for being the most helpful or considerate of felines, so Zanzu assumed that the reason he didn't want Zan, Siren, Mal,or Florence to help the other Bloodclanner fight the twoleg was because 'she should be strong enough to fight alone and bloodclanners don't help each other blahblahblah i am the great dee obey me,' type of thing. In Zan's knowledge, twolegs weren't really dangerous; more of an annoyance if anything. Plus, Bluebell looked pretty freaked out (she was screaming after all) and Zan wanted to help her. She was his clanmate, after all. Rearing up, he was planning on attacking the twoleg some more when he heard Six yelling at him and Mal to come back. Oh crap. He sounded really, really ticked off and he was only yelling at Zan and Mal. Part of Zanzu was tempted to ignore Six as well and continue helping Bluebell, but he decided against it. Not only was Six his older brother, but he was also the leader of Bloodclan. If Six decided that he was too much of a bother, than he was free to kick him out anytime and he did not want that. Plus, he was already going to have to face an angry Six; he did not want to face a angry Six that had been disobeyed. So, hoping that his efforts,along with the other cats', were enough to free Bluebell, he unhooked his claws from the twoleg and leaped back, still watching the fight.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]dee let out an exasperated sigh. how vi managed to take care of seven little beasts like this, he hadn't the faintest idea. he glanced over as six approached, slightly relieved that someone with more authority than him was here.


    "they're idiots." he snapped, waving his tail at the kittens. "do you know how idiotic it is to attack a human? they start noticing, and then they want to get rid of us, and they will come and kill us all." he took a deep breath and glared at the scene in front of him. "they don't respect me."
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    tags | updated 12/01

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    Tags
    • BloodClan Trainee
    • Former RiverClan
    • Palemoon x Dee
    ♦ Massive Male.
    ♦ Brown Tabby.
    ♦ Chaotic Neutral.




    ♦ Attack in bold gold.
    ♠ Medium difficulty.
    ♠ Can powerplay non-harmful actions.
    ♣ Biography.
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    "I can help them respect ya!" Sheokit piped up after the Elite Guard's statement. "All ya have to do is tear out their tongues! Rend the flesh of yer foes! Feed yer enemies their own eyes, aha! Feast on their hearts!" Sheokit's voice devolved into savage laughter as he danced in place at the thought of such violence. His tail lashed and his eyes glowed with devious fire. "Oooh! You could start with me! Give me a scratch across the face and I'll tell the other kits that you did it to me! And I'll get a cool scar!" The young tom smile with pride for his own idea.
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    Maluma dropped off the human, retreating alongside Zanzu. The smoke tabby gave Six a semi apologetic glance, but she couldn't kill the mischievous glint in her eye or the over confident bounce in her step. Really, a kit, Sheokit, that is, was allowed to attack, but he was calling back Mal? Seemed ridiculous, to her. He seemed angry though, so she said nothing, aside from a mumbled apology. It wasn't directed at Dee, that was for sure. Something about the manipulative elite guard annoyed her, and she had a hard time respecting someone who struck her as so condescending. If there was one thing she hated, it was a condescension.

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    the young human girl howled in pain as she dropped the scrawny kitten from several tail-lengths up. bluebell plummeted towards the ground at an alarming speed, quickly landing with a loud thump. the tiny she-kit squeaked in pain, and began hobbling away from the human den as fast as she could, though that still wasn't very fast. unbeknownst to the kit, one of her leg bones had suffered hairline fractures in the fall and she would take weeks to recover from the injury.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9.5pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Ivy watched the scene from beside Six, smoothing her slowly bristling fur as her siblings both made it back in one piece. The gray she-cat huffed, shooting Maluma a glance, though it was far from scolding. "Be careful," she sighed, flicking her tail and looking over to Zanzu too. Really, Six and her two siblings were the three cats she was closest to--Ivy wasn't sure what she'd do if one of them ended up getting injured or worse, killed.


    A shriek of pain stole the young trainee's attention, and she turned, watching Bluebell stumble over to the group. The Twolegs were beginning to retreat, and Ivy hissed at the group of them before returning her attention to the she-cat. She seemed to have twisted her leg or something, and Ivy frowned.

    Mal gave Ivy a friendly grin. "I'm always careful," she meowed confidently, before trotting over to Bluebell with her usual enthusiastic energy. "You alright?" she asked, without real concern in her loud voice. The grey she-kit appeared to have hurt her leg, and Maluma did hope she would be okay, since she had no interest in helping to feed a useless mouth, especially one so naive. Bluebell was a disgrace to Bloodclan, taking kittypet food and getting caught doing it, too. Mousebrain. Despite her cheerfulness, there was contempt on her face that she made no effort to hide, staring down at the smaller cat.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;] She did not speak, though she wasn't afraid to, it was just too much effort to say something when everyone else was focused on weakling Bluebell and the other dimwits. Including one of her sisters, Florence. The golden tabby had been attracted by the sounds of a fight, the squalling and hard-to-mistake scent of bloodshed quickly drew her closer. Her grew wide as she watched the others foolishly attempt to drive off the humans, some for glory, others for a sense of accomplishment, and still others out of righteousness.
    She felt no urge to join in, though, and remained near to Dee and Six, the tip of her kinked tail twitching with anger, anger that Florence might be hurt (she may be a shitty person, but she wasn't a fucking sociopath), anger at the twolegs for being such clumsy and unintelligent beasts. Of course, that anger seemed to fade as both sides began to retreat, and she made it a point to hiss lightly as she passed by her slightly larger sister, feeling nothing but a sick sense of disappointment as she did so, that emotion gleaming in her lively eyes that glanced fleetingly at Florence.
    She quickly left without sparing a glance for Bluebell, who was seemingly injured from her fall, her body tensed and her hackles ruffled and quivering with each heavy step.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 450px; font: 12pt mongolian sans; text-align: justify;]Zan and Mal came back, neither of them looking the worse for wear. Six relaxed a fraction. Before he could lecture them, Ivy arrived. From her reaction, he could only guess that they were usually this thick. Flicking his tail, he cautioned, "Don't head into situations without observing them." He supposed they both knew how to deal with twolegs, seeing as they'd live with some for more time than he had, and not as long ago. "But if you're going to be so hasty, come to me first for extra training."


    He snapped his head toward Dee as the younger cat complained. He wasn't sure that he was the one being addressed, but he answered anyway, voice cool. "Give them a reason to," he advised. They had plenty of reasons to respect Dee, and they'd soon learn that. "Don't whine about it. That makes you sound like a cranky kit."


    Bluebell was limping. Six narrowed his eyes at her. Had she always limped? Clearing his throat, he warned, "Stay away from twolegs in the future. If you're hurt, ask Spear if she'll help you." Spear or anyone else who knew how to heal a broken bone. Six, personally, wasn't inclined to, even if he'd known how: she'd brought the injury upon herself by venturing near the twolegs.